You know I don’t love you but you’re what I want
We’re close enough but you are not my half
We haven’t cemented with blood our ties
My blood had been yours since you were a child
The more I make love with the one I love
The more I do wish this body was only yours
By your image in sleep I’m glad to be chased
But vox populi will drive us to the grave
Barely veiled breast
I am possessed
That is her zest!
I do insist!
I know that together we can never be
I doubt that you may leave your own family
I live for those weekends when I am your guest
Hopefully you’ll forget to put on your pants
Maybe Freud was right - all goes from childhood
And here I don’t stop to proof his firm rectitude
Or maybe I should have stripped you long ago
To make sure there had never been good at all:
Deflated breasts
Exorcise the thirst
Deprived of the zest
Now just my sis
Helena
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